“I’m proud of you son. That was a nice thing to do.”
“I used to run track against the Pastor’s daughter Grace. We have a solid friendship, so I felt like showing her I care.”
“Ah! Got a crush on little Gracie?” He laughed!
“Just friends!”
“You must have made one hell of an impression on Roselyn Albright to get her to cough up a grand for a tip. That’s unheard of.” Water stopped; he swore he heard a giggle. Frowning he then heard a series of grunts. Realizing how disrespectful this was talking to a guy taking a healthy shit Claude sighed. “I’ll see you out there. Send those salmon upstream.” Out the door he went!
As soon as the door closed Kwikki squealed and rode him even harder. Tired of the toilet seat cutting his circulation off Cabot coaxed her up so that he could stand. Draping her uniform and bra over the partition he turned her to face the stall door. Nudging her legs apart he took her from behind, her palms holding the wall and partition. Clutching her throat from behind she tilted her head toward him and began moaning.
“Take it! Fucking own my pussy!” She mumbled, panting heavily.
“Sounds like a plan.”
In a crazy move Cabot disengaged the stall bolt and cast the door open. A mirror directly across from them he could witness her titties dancing with each maddening thrust. Her facial expressions alone brought out his inner beast. While one hand gripped her throat, his other hand sought out her clit amid the narrow rectangular bush she maintained. Rubbing it vigorously, Kwikki N’Dolla came hard. A scream had to be palmed by her own hand. She wailed in muffled silence two more minutes until Cabot nutted inside her. Icing on the Devil’s Food! Shake and Bake!
Seeing her reflection in the mirror, Kwikki found Cabot kissing her shoulder while enduring her meltdown. “I need to get dressed. You are so fucking awesome Cabot.”
“Boss!” He muttered mid kiss to her neck this time.
“What?”
“BOSS!” Directly into her ear this time.
“I can play that.” She giggled. “Anytime you want me… Boss… I’m yours.”
“Damn straight!” He pushed her out of the stall and shut the door locking it again. He wanted to wipe in peace.
“YOU DID NOT JUST DO THAT!” She dropped her jaw and hurried to lock the bathroom door only to find there was no lock. “Shit!” Right place for it Gorgeous! “Hurry up! I need my dress.”
“Don’t you rush me, Bitch.” He laughed flushing again and pulling his pants up. Once zipped he unlocked the door and stepped out letting her scurry into the stall for her uniform, cum trickling down her inner thigh.
“Where’s my bra?”
She avoided it temporarily suspecting it fell into the adjoining stall. In a hurry she put her dress on. By now Cabot had washed his hands and had left the restroom. Searching the other stall and finding no white lace bra she winced, “Oh, you asshole!”
Sneaking out, Kwikki found Cabot in the kitchen auctioning off her bra just like she feared. She did get sixty from Omar. Now he had a matching set. Cash delivered Cabot grinned and clutched her throat, his other hand unzipping her cleavage to offer more swell to the world. Omar sniffing her bra now, bit his knuckle.
“Boss!”
Out the door he went.
Kwikki made awesome tits… TIPS!
Nikki laughed her ass off.
She knew her time was coming.
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On the outskirts of Wildwood was an old warehouse. The property was once used for a lumberyard back in the 1970’s, now dangerously close to collapse. Right down the center of the building was a roadway for trucks to drive through and get their building supplies. Now vacant and filled with nothing but spray-painted graffiti it was mostly a hangout for delinquent teens. With school now in session, there was only a symphony of crickets, well, they and a beat-up Buick idling, Hispanic music on the radio.
Grace Goode spotted Maria heading into the driveway and ditched her bicycle where she chose to hide it. Moving on foot she went around back to peek down the dark runway to see the car. Memorizing the plates, she stood watch as Maria was met by a Hispanic male, an older man who spoke to her. From the distance no words could be made out, and Grace did know Spanish. “What are you up to, Maria?”
After a brief speech that appeared strict the man took her to the trunk of his car, looking around as if this were a drug deal. For all Grace knew it was. She hoped not. Maria was the sweetest! Ducking back out of sight Grace heard crying, she had to peek again. The car trunk opened wide the man removed something that Maria claimed like a hefty shopping bag into her arms. Another brief assurance of his surroundings the man got into his car and drove off, leaving Maria to dance in step from side to side holding her gift. With the car turning left and long gone, Grace just couldn’t help herself any longer.
“Maria?” She began walking toward her. Freezing in step Maria Salazar turned with tears of joy in her eyes. She wasn’t angry at Grace but did look afraid. “Is that… who is this?”
“Come Senorita Grace, meet my niece.”
“Niece? Whoa! From like from Guatemala?”
“Si!” Lowering an adorable, wide-eyed, three-year-old young girl in a poncho to the cracked concrete she knelt to hug her with pride. “This is Lola.”
“Hiiiii!” Grace smiled brightly! “Nice to meet you, Lola. She’s beautiful.”
“What did you expect? She is related to me.”
“Who was that man who brought her to you?”
“You must forget you saw that man. He is… not so very nice. Please Senorita Grace…”
“Just Grace… please.”
“Si! Of course! I am merely polite.”
“She looks hungry. Are you hungry Lola?”
“She does not speak.”
“Oh?”
“Lola was born deaf. She does not even know me. This will be very, as you say… difficult. I will need to learn sign language.”
“Lucky you.” Crouching with Maria, Grace went into a series of hand gestures introducing herself as well as saying that Maria was her aunt. The girl looked lost and alone, uncertain what to make of this new place, these new people.
“Tell her I am her mother Lucinda’s sister.” Done! Hearing Lucinda, the girl pouted. “I must get her home before we are seen.”
“Seen? By whom?”
“What I tell you would put your life in danger.”
“You need me, Maria. I’m your friend.”
“Bless you! Her father will come looking for her. He is a very bad man. He is why I escaped Guatemala to come here. Lucinda… he took her life when Lola was sent away. I just recently learned this from Diego, the man who just left. He drove her here all the way from Mexico.”
“Yikes! Does this bad daddy know where to look for you?”
“I do not know. If he should find Diego, he will be tortured. It is possible Diego was followed, but I feel safe at the moment. Senorita… apologizes… Grace, how am I to care for Lola and keep a job?”
“Aunt Grace is here to help. I’ll babysit her. My dad’s church also has a daycare. My mother helps run it. She too knows sign language, mom taught me.”
“You are too kind.”
“Come on. Let’s get her back to your apartment. Cartoons and chocolate bars will win her over.”
“God bless you, my friend.”
“Telling Cabot?”
“I must! How can I hide her from him?”
“He’s taking me for a job interview later today. I need the job, but I’ll find ways to help you.”